User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20160606042751/@comment-3135907-20171101213338

The ferret salvage blinked his big halfblind eyes and seemed to float there, staring, like a curious ghost.

He prodded Slank, harder. "Hoi, Sneckdraw, diz wun's got mussle, shud make a luvly bit o' coin. T' odder two ain't scarcely worth it..."

"Aul the lot, Billikins," called a massive black rat decked in ringmaille, red and yellow embroidered satin, and sporting a nosering not unlike that of a matador's bull. "Scarcely worth it's still worth it in this h'eckonemmy."

"Arr, cursed terrible eckonemmy, Boss. Roite, yew 'eared the fellah. 'Oist 'em!"

Four vermin and two otters hurried to the rail and tossed a large weighted fishing net into the water just ahead of the castaways.

Swisher thought he heard one of them comment on the potential quality of their flesh. Oh, Gates.